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Not safe out alone
Jul. 13th, 2008 05:36 pmIn an attempt to get me out of the house and out of this Foul Mood of Doom I decided to visit a friend yesterday. Easiest way to get out there was the DART and then a lift. Grand so, lovely. Got a lift to the bus in Drogheda too. Lovely again! So the only distance I had to walk was from the back of BusesRUs, across Amiens St. and get on a DART.
I got as far as halfway across the road before slipping in a puddle. Tried to right myself. Failed. And what a fail! I've a rather attractive scrape on my left elbow that hurts like buggery and which took about half an hour to clean out to remove bits of road from my arm. Also, because I was wearing flip-flops I'd no grip or ankle support (obv) so, er, my right ankle is twice its normal size. To add insult to injury, when I stood up I realised that my light coloured trousers now had a rather interesting water splodge on them. That made me look as if I'd failed to get to the bathroom on time.
Spent most of the night with ice-pack wrapped round ankle, seems to have done some good. So did the booze. Continuing on that treatment. And the shiny painkillers are helping, too. Yay drugs!
Biggest problem is that I'm now not in a fit state to work 13 hour shifts on my feet. I can barely walk to the kitchen from my bedroom. So, well, crap. Finally got off my backside and sorted out workies, and now I can't! I want workies! (well, I want monies, I hear they're useful)
I got as far as halfway across the road before slipping in a puddle. Tried to right myself. Failed. And what a fail! I've a rather attractive scrape on my left elbow that hurts like buggery and which took about half an hour to clean out to remove bits of road from my arm. Also, because I was wearing flip-flops I'd no grip or ankle support (obv) so, er, my right ankle is twice its normal size. To add insult to injury, when I stood up I realised that my light coloured trousers now had a rather interesting water splodge on them. That made me look as if I'd failed to get to the bathroom on time.
Spent most of the night with ice-pack wrapped round ankle, seems to have done some good. So did the booze. Continuing on that treatment. And the shiny painkillers are helping, too. Yay drugs!
Biggest problem is that I'm now not in a fit state to work 13 hour shifts on my feet. I can barely walk to the kitchen from my bedroom. So, well, crap. Finally got off my backside and sorted out workies, and now I can't! I want workies! (well, I want monies, I hear they're useful)
